Chapter 684: Tears in My Eyes! Escrivá Has a Son in His Old Age

【"Holy shit, a penalty!"】

【"Where's the streamer, streamer!"】

【"Awesome, it has to be my Tang Tang Qiuwang; he nearly dribbled past two defenders."】

【"Messi!"】

【"Stop with the Messi talk; are you still stuck five years ago? The Jurassic era ended long ago!"】

Bang!

His butt slammed onto the gaming chair, and the first thing Wang Chao saw was the "penalty" indicator in the top-left corner of the screen.

【"Damn, I went to the toilet and came back to a penalty, bros!"】

【"Awesome, awesome!"】

【"Tang Tang Qiuwang!"】

Inside the penalty area, Klostermann passed the ball to Tang Ye.

He knew Tang Ye was Dortmund's primary penalty taker, a fact known to both professional players and their jerseys.

Tang Ye spun the ball twice in his hands, then walked toward Haaland.

【"Tang Tang Qiuwang, you're giving up the penalty!"】

【"Indeed, I think giving up this penalty is fine; let Haaland score a hat-trick before the Champions League final to find his form."】

【"Haaland, you missed two penalties before; can you convert this one?"】

Time flew quickly; Wang Chao still remembered Haaland missing two consecutive penalties at the start of the season.

To be honest, if not for those two missed penalties, Haaland would still be Dortmund's primary penalty taker, since Tang Ye himself was not the type of player who liked to compete with teammates for things.

On the surface, Dortmund and Chelsea indeed appeared evenly matched, making the players' current form crucial at this moment.

【"Go for it."】

Tang Ye firmly squeezed the muscles on Haaland's neck, trying to hype up his teammate through this gesture.

Clap clap!

After clapping his hands, Haaland took the penalty ball from Tang Ye and walked toward the penalty area.

【"Beep beep beep!!"】

【"Haaland! Haaland!"】

【"Haaland!"】

The fans were extremely excited, though this excitement was limited to Dortmund supporters and neutral spectators.

With the score currently 4-1, if Haaland scored this penalty, they could truly start celebrating early.

Inside the penalty area, Haaland locked eyes with Gulacsi.

【"Beeeeep!!!!"】

The referee's whistle blew, and a sudden smile appeared on Haaland's terrifying expression.

Run-up!

Bang!

A powerful shot was unleashed.

Gulacsi guessed the direction correctly.

But it was useless!

【"Toooor!!!!"】

【"5-1!"】

【"5-1!"】

【"It's down! (It's over)"】

【"Dortmund is the champion!"】

The Sky Sports commentator had already gone wild, and the fans heard that familiar voice.

It came from Dawn-Jensen!

This was Tom the Great's die-hard fan; Chinese fans would never forget him!

【"Vamos!"】

Escrivá and Matić slid on their knees into the field, while Tang Ye took a short run-up and easily leaped onto Haaland.

【"Erling!"】

【"We won, we won!!!"】

Objectively, the match was not yet over.

But!

Actually, one only needed to think for a moment to realize there wasn't enough time left for Leipzig to score four goals against Dortmund.

They had only scored one goal so far!

【"Nice, bros!"】

【"It's over early; come back in ten minutes to watch the award ceremony! Let's check the FA Cup next door; damn, damn, Mancheng is still badass."】

【"..."】

Sabitzer lifted his chin, his gaze fixed on the massive floodlights at the very top of the Berlin Stadium.

Following the direction of the blazing lights, that was where the Dortmund players were located.

Tang Ye was hanging onto Haaland, his right hand raised high as he vented the emotions pent up inside him.

Hiss...

Last season in the Champions League, Leipzig had also fallen at Tang Ye's hands.

Seeing Olmo approach, Sabitzer spread his hands: "Back then, I never imagined he'd even snatch the DFB-Pokal from me."

"..."

"Wir halten fest und treu zusammen"

"Ball-Heil Hurra, Borussia!"

"Beep, beep-beep—!!!"

"Wow!!!!"

The match ended, with the final score of this DFB-Pokal final fixed at 1:5.

Dortmund defeated RB Leipzig with overwhelming superiority, claiming their second trophy of the season.

That was... the DFB-Pokal!

"Meister! (Champion)"

""Meister!"

The camera focused on Reus; the Dortmund captain had somehow knelt on the grass.

Teammates nearby did not disturb him, while Haaland and Bellingham immediately started sliding on their knees.

"Wow!"

Bang!

Swish swish swish!

A very standard three stripes!

They seemed to have learned it quite well indeed, but their teacher was extremely strict.

"Not good!"

Tang Ye spread his hands: "Too shallow; if they were watching a pirated broadcast, they wouldn't even be able to see this middle stripe!"

"You're too strict!"

Bellingham gave Tang Ye a push.

"Haha!"

"Okay okay, I won't say it anymore, but you have to find a way to do better, Jude!"

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The fans started setting off smoke flares again.

The good news was that the Dortmund fans knew the trophy presentation was coming up next, so they didn't throw out all the smoke.

If the fog was too thick, they wouldn't be able to see the award ceremony!

【DFB-Pokal Winner】 (German Cup Champion)

【Borussia Dortmund】

Check Dongqiu Di match report: Haaland scores a hat-trick as Dortmund crushes RB Leipzig 5:1 to claim the 2020-21 DFB-Pokal title.

The podium was already set up.

The Dortmund players walked up in an orderly fashion.

"Leave a spot, leave a spot!"

Reus stood right in the middle; the Dortmund captain signaled Pogba to leave a space open.

This empty spot was reserved for Escrivà!

Escrivà was receiving the championship trophy from the German Football Association.

It was golden, with a strange shape.

However, this trophy only slightly captured Tang Ye's attention.

Championship trophies for European football competitions all had bizarre shapes; as a terrifying super mercenary, Tang Ye had already won trophies in many leagues.

What mattered was not the shape of the trophy, but the meaning behind it.

"Go on! Go on! Ferran! (Hurry up! Escrivà)"

Escrivà handed the trophy to Reus, then intended to walk to the very edge of the lineup.

But Reus pulled him back in one motion: "Stay inside! With me!"

"No no no!"

"Stop talking, hurry up and get in here!"

Tang Ye also gave a pull.

With both Tang Ye and Reus urging him, Escrivà naturally had no choice but to obediently stand in the middle of the lineup, holding the trophy together with Reus.

"Hey, how should we do this? Lift it straight away on 'one' or pause for one second?"

Escrivà shouted loudly.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye laughed beside him.

Just now Escrivà had refused to stand in the middle, but in reality, he was the most excited one right now.

This was the first championship trophy he had won since joining Borussia Dortmund (though not his first title)!

The players did not answer Escrivà's question.

"3!"

"2!"

"Eh, I don't know!"

"One!"

After a one-second pause, Royce suddenly raised the trophy: "Dortmund!!!!"